To say that LOGN bursts out of the gate would be an understatement. Exploding out of the gate is more like it, in a true Nasum fashion, both guns grinding, with an evil yet instantly memorable main riff plus a early Minus-esque bridge (the song is too short for a proper bridge though) and it's over in little over a minute. Song two Óþreyja follows quickly and crushes even quicker. The tempo is slower, heavy on the back-beat that forces you to bang your head, hard. Then the cold and deranged sounding chorus adds a different layer to the song but corresponds really nicely to the aforementioned verse-music. The high notes used from here on in, bring the song a nasty yet catchy edge. The drumming also stands out, not being too busy for the songs own sake, but busy nonetheless. There's no real pause before next song Andlát hinna fordæmdu kicks in via nice transition. First I thought this was the same song still going. Starts with a noisy bass breakdown that is followed by a tank-like charge of an heavy ass riff and pummeling drumming, creating a brutal groove that is hard to stand still to. This sandwich of two songs is LOGN's highlight on this release. Despite two-speed drumming and nice percussive ideas, Grotnun okkar is too messy to really take off, due to shaky guitar work and awkwardly timed vocals in parts. Gotta give points to the brief Sororicide worship found therein... .. Aside from everything already mentioned, I tip my hat to LOGN because, for a debut recording that is essentially a demo, really, plus a very young age (my guess the oldest member being 16) - this is a frighteningly focused and well executed effort and the majority of the music is not only promising, but simply fucking good. My only proper complaints are the blandness of the vocals but the voice is evil, desperate and fitting and some riffs are hard to make out do to the sound in the mix and maybe a tad too bussy riffage for such young players.
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To say that LOGN bursts out of the gate would be an understatement. Exploding out of the gate is more like it, in a true Nasum fashion, both guns grinding, with an evil yet instantly memorable main riff plus a early Minus-esque bridge (the song is too short for a proper bridge though) and it's over in little over a minute. Song two Óþreyja follows quickly and crushes even quicker. The tempo is slower, heavy on the back-beat that forces you to bang your head, hard. Then the cold and deranged sounding chorus adds a different layer to the song but corresponds really nicely to the aforementioned verse-music. The high notes used from here on in, bring the song a nasty yet catchy edge. The drumming also stands out, not being too busy for the songs own sake, but busy nonetheless. There's no real pause before next song Andlát hinna fordæmdu kicks in via nice transition. First I thought this was the same song still going. Starts with a noisy bass breakdown that is followed by a tank-like charge of an heavy ass riff and pummeling drumming, creating a brutal groove that is hard to stand still to. This sandwich of two songs is LOGN's highlight on this release. Despite two-speed drumming and nice percussive ideas, Grotnun okkar is too messy to really take off, due to shaky guitar work and awkwardly timed vocals in parts. Gotta give points to the brief Sororicide worship found therein... .. Aside from everything already mentioned, I tip my hat to LOGN because, for a debut recording that is essentially a demo, really, plus a very young age (my guess the oldest member being 16) - this is a frighteningly focused and well executed effort and the majority of the music is not only promising, but simply fucking good. My only proper complaints are the blandness of the vocals but the voice is evil, desperate and fitting and some riffs are hard to make out do to the sound in the mix and maybe a tad too bussy riffage for such young players.
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"...Но нє очко обично губіт, а к одіннаццаті туз..." (с) М.Круг